Taking Flight and Spreading My Wings

Crazy as it may sound...this week I felt like taking flight and spreading my wings. I am getting very involved now in historic preservation as things are starting to heat up a little with one site in Darby. I am happy to help the historic commission there because I am learning so much. Yet I know that I have to come down sometime.

It's just that it is so hard to come down off the mountain where you can see forever to go back down to the dregs of society where you've been wallowing for a long time. I have to admit that I've felt more alive these past two years than I've felt in a long time. Maybe that's crazy too...because I've been struggling to find work for that long. I look at the scene here...not taken by me...of the mountains "Petty Jean" in Arkansas...and feel a peace about the situation I'm in. I know that it's not an ideal situation at all. Yet as crazy as it sounds, I feel that the Lord is guiding me to make the connections and do the work he assigned me to do.

My eyes have been opened to the plight of those around me. I see their pain every day. Yet I have hope that someday I will stand with my Lord.